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Katie Ashe sat proudly on the stool, exhibiting her bare body for six pairs of greedy eyes, and six nervous, sweating hands. Only eighteen months earlier, she sat in one of those very chairs, with this very professor. She understood the desire behind the artists faces. With her stunted body, and dying heart, she had wanted to be the women models, and wanted to do the men. Never did she think she would ever be one of those women models. Today, she enjoyed her new body, and probably enjoyed showing it off a bit too much. However, it did pay well enough for her to be a less-than-starving artist, and not-quite-so-impoverished superheroine.

"Miss Catherine is more, shall I say, endowed than most of the models I hire," Professor Altman said. "However, if you're going to be an artist, you need to prepare for all sorts of commissions. That includes the erotic. Let the art dictate what you draw, and who you hire to be your model. So, swallow your baser instincts and try your best to focus on the task."

Try your best. Katie tried not to smile. Professor Altman had been her favorite professor. He didn't push. He encouraged. He recognized that every artist was human.

Professor Altman also knew who she was. He figured it out fast. "I never forget a pair of eyes, Miss Ashe," he said, surprising her. "Now, where did you get that new body and face?" He eventually learned. And she eventually learned that he was a knight of the First Crusade, made immortal by wearing a magical medallion for too many years. During the Victorian Era, he had been the world's first costumed crime-fighter. Now, he was Katie's mentor. He was also her benefactor, arranging for a new fire-retardant Kevlar suit that protected her better than her mother's old Halloween costume. The joys of being one of the world's wealthiest men, she supposed. She appreciated the cash he gave her for modeling for his class, and his own paintings.

"Remember to always be prepared for the unexpected," Professor Altman told the class. "For instance, this model is herself an artist."

Katie recognized her cue. She changed her pose, so her supernaturally charged breasts jutted forward, and she spread her Valkyrie legs. One student slid out of his chair, and another fell over in a dead faint. Professor Altman tried his best to stifle a laugh, sounding like a man choking on a dry cracker. The art professor never said her full name, and he never indicated that she had been a student of his. Good. That would make it tougher for these students to add up the numbers and figure out she was Katie Ashe, and Valkyria.

"Oh, go ahead and enjoy the view," he said. "You're human. If you didn't respond, your art would be lifeless. If you want to make lifeless art, the advertising department is on the third floor. However, Miss Catherine, like all models, is here to be drawn. She is not an escort. Window shopping is permitted. Shoplifting is not!"

Shoplifting? Katie stifled her own chuckle. Right. If any of these juniors so much as touched her, she could toss him, or her, all the way to the university clock tower. Now, that would start a campus wide scandal.

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Katie Ashe sat proudly on the stool, exhibiting her bare body for six pairs of greedy eyes, and six nervous, sweating hands. Only eighteen months earlier, she sat in one of those very chairs, with this very professor. She understood the desire behind the artists faces. With her stunted body, and dying heart, she had wanted to be the women models, and wanted to do the men. Never did she think she would ever be one of those women models. Today, she enjoyed her new body, and probably enjoyed showing it off a bit too much. However, it did pay well enough for her to be a less-than-starving artist, and not-quite-so-impoverished superheroine.

"Miss Catherine is more, shall I say, endowed than most of the models I hire," Professor Altman said. "However, if you're going to be an artist, you need to prepare for all sorts of commissions. That includes the erotic. Let the art dictate what you draw, and who you hire to be your model. So, swallow your baser instincts and try your best to focus on the task."

Try your best. Katie tried not to smile. Professor Altman had been her favorite professor. He didn't push. He encouraged. He recognized that every artist was human.

Professor Altman also knew who she was. He figured it out fast. "I never forget a pair of eyes, Miss Ashe," he said, surprising her. "Now, where did you get that new body and face?" He eventually learned. And she eventually learned that he was a knight of the First Crusade, made immortal by wearing a magical medallion for too many years. During the Victorian Era, he had been the world's first costumed crime-fighter. Now, he was Katie's mentor. He was also her benefactor, arranging for a new fire-retardant Kevlar suit that protected her better than her mother's old Halloween costume. The joys of being one of the world's wealthiest men, she supposed. She appreciated the cash he gave her for modeling for his class, and his own paintings.

"Remember to always be prepared for the unexpected," Professor Altman told the class. "For instance, this model is herself an artist."

Katie recognized her cue. She changed her pose, so her supernaturally charged breasts jutted forward, and she spread her Valkyrie legs. One student slid out of his chair, and another fell over in a dead faint. Professor Altman tried his best to stifle a laugh, sounding like a man choking on a dry cracker. The art professor never said her full name, and he never indicated that she had been a student of his. Good. That would make it tougher for these students to add up the numbers and figure out she was Katie Ashe, and Valkyria.

"Oh, go ahead and enjoy the view," he said. "You're human. If you didn't respond, your art would be lifeless. If you want to make lifeless art, the advertising department is on the third floor. However, Miss Catherine, like all models, is here to be drawn. She is not an escort. Window shopping is permitted. Shoplifting is not!"

Shoplifting? Katie stifled her own chuckle. Right. If any of these juniors so much as touched her, she could toss him, or her, all the way to the university clock tower. Now, that would start a campus wide scandal.